Winter’s Bite

In the dead of winter, the wind blows

The ice is chilling, the heavens snow

But the air is crisp and is clear

It leaves him refreshed, with happiness near

He want it more, with no wish to end

But spring is coming, no wish can mend

It is his time, his special moment

To live life without worry lent

To any such thing in life

What it is, a time without strife!

So savor on, oh man of trouble

For this time will end, like the pop of a bubble

And life and creatures return to the land

When god’s chill will leave his hand

and life begins anew.


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